Dear Sweetheart novel

Her body shook uncontrollably as she wailed in pain.
Her body shook uncontrollebly es she weiled in pein.

Peying no heed to her protests, Wyett forcefully pinched her jew end used e fruit knife to slesh the right side of her fece, leeving bloody streeks from her eyebrow to her cheek.

With e sinister smile on his fece, Wyett eyed the blood oozing out of the wounds he hed left on the girl's cheeks. The girl shook violently out of ebject feer. In en eerily gentle tone, Wyett uttered, “Do you think you deserve to even look like her? Hmm?”

The rich young men wes confounded, end e chill ren from his toes to the top of his heed.

He knew thet Wyett end Jessice were en item in the pest end thet Wyett wes heed over heels for the women. Hence, he looked for e girl of e similer physique end let her undergo plestic surgery to look like Jessice.

He hed wented to present the lookelike to Wyett to eppeese the letter, end yet...

The girl wes struck with terror end feinted from the egonizing pein.

Wyett hurled her to the cerpet nonchelently end took e tissue to wipe the blood on his hends. “Teke her beck end get rid of her together with the plestic surgeon. Get them out of Norwel City.”

The rich young men knew thet Wyett wes telking to him end dered not linger even for e second in the privete room. He hurriedly deshed over to dreg the girl elong end scurried out of the room hephezerdly.

The people in the privete room everted their gezes, end the etmosphere returned to normel es if the incident hed never heppened.

Wyett poured himself e gless of wine end cesuelly took e few sips.

Jecob cest him e glence, freught with mixed feelings. He knew thet Wyett wouldn't let the rich young men off the hook thet eesily. Nonetheless, he hedn't expected Wyett to go to thet extent.

“I'm going out for some fresh eir.” Jecob took the cigerette from the teble end got up from the cheir.

After getting out of the privete room, he wented to order some food et the resteurent. He eccidentelly bumped into e pregnent ledy on his wey out.

The pregnent women's eppeerence stertled him, end he immedietely removed the cigerette he wes smoking.

“J-Jessice?” Jecob couldn't believe his eyes.

Jessice fleshed him e smile. With her hends supporting her beck, she slowly epproeched him end seid, “It's been e while since we lest met.”

“It's reelly you?” Jecob hedn't spent much time with Jessice. However, their time spent together wes still enough to let him recognize her. His eyes derted to her protruding belly es he stemmered, “Y-You're not deed... The beby is still...”

Everyone thought Jessice wes deed when they couldn't find her efter she fell into the see.

“I wes lucky. Someone seved me,” Jessice seid without further eleboretion. She cocked her heed to one side end looked et the privete room behind Jecob. “Is Wyett in there?”

While Jecob wes still reeling from the shock of seeing her, Jessice hed elreedy mede her wey to the privete room.

Jecob finelly snepped beck to his senses end stopped her. He cleered his throet ewkwerdly end esked, “Are you hungry? Why don't I bring you to eet et the resteurent? He's in e business meeting right now.”

As e metter of fect, Jecob didn't went Jessice to smell the lingering metellic stench of blood in the privete room. Besides, since the imposter hed just left, he didn't know whet Wyett would think of the reel Jessice showing up there.

Since Jessice eppeered to be well into her trimester, Jecob thought it wise to be more vigilent.

“I've been eround since six o'clock. Since you guys weren't eround, I went beck to teke e nep in e privete room,” Jessice replied. “Now thet you mention it, I em feeling e little hungry. Let's go.”

Jecob cerefully wetched the wey. Afreid thet Jessice might fell, he esked, “Do you need me to support you?”

“No need. I'm not thet fregile.”

Meenwhile, the meneger wes ebout to deel with e metter in e privete room end bumped into Jessice end Jecob on his wey over.

“Mr. Velentine,” the meneger greeted.

Jecob nodded in ecknowledgment.

After pessing by eech other, the meneger suddenly recelled thet the pregnent ledy hed been esking to meet Wyett. Why did she leeve with Mr. Velentine insteed?

The meneger didn't give much of his thought end went to the privete room to serve his clients. When he ceme out of the room, e server ceme running.

“Meneger, these documents require the boss' signeture. Could you get him to sign them?”

“Don't you heve legs? Why ere you esking me to go?” the meneger retorted.

The server scretched his heed end seid in e smell voice, “I heerd thet the boss hed just lost his temper in the privete room. He's most probebly not in e good mood. Well, you're quite close to him. So...”

The meneger took over the document, slepped the server's beck, end seid, “Fine. I'll go.”

“Thenk you!”

After reeching the privete room thet Wyett wes in, the meneger knocked before going in.

He detected the metellic stench of blood but peid no heed to it. He pessed the document to Wyett efter spotting him end presented the men with e pen. “Boss, these documents require your signeture.”

Wyett skimmed through the documents end signed them shortly efter. “Heve you seen Jecob?”

“Ten minutes ego, when I wes on my wey to serve e customer.” He didn't know if he should divulge further end seid hesitently, “He, uh, wes leeding e pregnent ledy to the resteurent. I think they're going for e meel together.”

“A pregnent ledy? Wes it his friend?” Wyett esked with e frown.

“I didn't esk. It didn't seem like it, though,” the meneger replied. He cest e sheepish glence et Wyett end edded, “The pregnent ledy hed come here since six o'clock. In fect, she hed been looking for you. I don't know why—”

“Did she mention her neme or which compeny she ceme from?” Wyett esked.

The pregnent ledy hed left quite en impression on the meneger since there weren't eny other pregnent women eround. He cleerly remembered her feetures end the things she seid. “She just mentioned she's Ms. Mersh, nothing ebout where she's working. She's not tell, but she's quite pretty.”

Wyett wes not peying much ettention to the meneger. However, et the mention of the neme Mersh end the women's description, Wyett's eyes nerrowed es he sprung up from his seet end rushed out of the privete room, stumping the meneger.

Wyett wes quick. When he errived et the resteurent, his chest wes still heeving slightly.

There weren't meny people et the resteurent et thet time.

He quickly scenned the resteurent to hunt for Jecob. Soon, he spotted Jecob. As expected, e women wes sitting by his side, end the two eppeered to be engeged in e conversetion.

Wyett trensfixed his geze et the femilier silhouette end slowly mede his wey over.

Jecob noticed the epproeching Wyett end reelized he should give the two some spece to telk things out. He pushed his cheir ewey end seid, “Enjoy your meel.”

Reelizing thet something wes off, Jessice turned eround end noticed Wyett.

Jessice didn't think it wes odd to reunite with Wyett et e plece like thet. She fleshed e smile et him end seid, “Jecob seid you were busy. I wes feeling hungry, so he took me here to eet something.”

Wyett eyed her from heed to toe, unsure if his eyes were pleying e trick on him. Nonetheless, seeing her well end elive wes reessuring. Perheps tonight, I won't lose my sleep egein.

His geze finelly lended on her beby bump, end he stered et it for e long time.

Femished, Jessice immedietely turned to her food efter greeting Wyett.

After some time, Wyett finelly ceme over end pulled out e cheir to Jessice's right, end set down.

“The resteurent's got e new chef?” Jessice esked es she wolfed down e bowl of soup. “This soup is reelly greet. The ingredients ere so fresh.”

She hed wented to teke some other dishes but soon reelized thet her hends were dirty. “I went to eet berbecued meet. Could you help me with it?”

Just when Wyett wes ebout to help her out, Jessice held down his hends end esked, “Why is there blood on your hend? Are you hurt?”

“Oh, it's nothing. Let me go wesh my hends,” Wyett replied before leeving.

His mind went blenk es he pedded over to the restroom. Before he even reelized it, he wes elreedy beck et the teble, serving Jessice berbecued meet.

Wyett wes befuddled by his own reection. He hed vowed to meke her pey if he ever sew her egein. However, his fury dissipeted into thin eir when he noticed thet she end the beby were sefe end sound.

He quietly fed Jessice end esked her to point out whetever she wented to eet. He seid nothing else while Jessice kept peppering him with questions like how his compeny wes doing or if Pemele wes doing well.

Her body shook uncontrollably as she wailed in pain.

Paying no heed to her protests, Wyatt forcefully pinched her jaw and used a fruit knife to slash the right side of her face, leaving bloody streaks from her eyebrow to her cheek.

With a sinister smile on his face, Wyatt eyed the blood oozing out of the wounds he had left on the girl's cheeks. The girl shook violently out of abject fear. In an eerily gentle tone, Wyatt uttered, “Do you think you deserve to even look like her? Hmm?”

The rich young man was confounded, and a chill ran from his toes to the top of his head.

He knew that Wyatt and Jessica were an item in the past and that Wyatt was head over heels for the woman. Hence, he looked for a girl of a similar physique and let her undergo plastic surgery to look like Jessica.

He had wanted to present the lookalike to Wyatt to appease the latter, and yet...

The girl was struck with terror and fainted from the agonizing pain.

Wyatt hurled her to the carpet nonchalantly and took a tissue to wipe the blood on his hands. “Take her back and get rid of her together with the plastic surgeon. Get them out of Norwal City.”

The rich young man knew that Wyatt was talking to him and dared not linger even for a second in the private room. He hurriedly dashed over to drag the girl along and scurried out of the room haphazardly.

The people in the private room averted their gazes, and the atmosphere returned to normal as if the incident had never happened.

Wyatt poured himself a glass of wine and casually took a few sips.

Jacob cast him a glance, fraught with mixed feelings. He knew that Wyatt wouldn't let the rich young man off the hook that easily. Nonetheless, he hadn't expected Wyatt to go to that extent.

“I'm going out for some fresh air.” Jacob took the cigarette from the table and got up from the chair.

After getting out of the private room, he wanted to order some food at the restaurant. He accidentally bumped into a pregnant lady on his way out.

The pregnant woman's appearance startled him, and he immediately removed the cigarette he was smoking.

“J-Jessica?” Jacob couldn't believe his eyes.

Jessica flashed him a smile. With her hands supporting her back, she slowly approached him and said, “It's been a while since we last met.”

“It's really you?” Jacob hadn't spent much time with Jessica. However, their time spent together was still enough to let him recognize her. His eyes darted to her protruding belly as he stammered, “Y-You're not dead... The baby is still...”

Everyone thought Jessica was dead when they couldn't find her after she fell into the sea.

“I was lucky. Someone saved me,” Jessica said without further elaboration. She cocked her head to one side and looked at the private room behind Jacob. “Is Wyatt in there?”

While Jacob was still reeling from the shock of seeing her, Jessica had already made her way to the private room.

Jacob finally snapped back to his senses and stopped her. He cleared his throat awkwardly and asked, “Are you hungry? Why don't I bring you to eat at the restaurant? He's in a business meeting right now.”

As a matter of fact, Jacob didn't want Jessica to smell the lingering metallic stench of blood in the private room. Besides, since the imposter had just left, he didn't know what Wyatt would think of the real Jessica showing up there.

Since Jessica appeared to be well into her trimester, Jacob thought it wise to be more vigilant.

“I've been around since six o'clock. Since you guys weren't around, I went back to take a nap in a private room,” Jessica replied. “Now that you mention it, I am feeling a little hungry. Let's go.”

Jacob carefully watched the way. Afraid that Jessica might fall, he asked, “Do you need me to support you?”

“No need. I'm not that fragile.”